There are tons of blogs online. Tons. And unless you’ve been living under the darkest rock the past 10 years, you know that. There are blogs for anything and everything you could ever imagine. Go ahead and google something crazy. I bet there is a blog out there somewhere, written by someone who loves just that. Blogging takes time, and even though it is fun, it can be a chore sometimes. Like when I am tired and bitchy, or when I just can’t make myself upload and edit photos to go along with a post. When the blogging becomes something that isn’t fun at all anymore, that’s when I will stop.
I blog for the:
- OUTLET – I am not good at talking about my emotions (unless I am pissed off and drunk, then I have no problem). It tends to drive Greg crazy. For years, I have been one who journals. Good times, bad times, times when I was so deeply upset or happy about whatever, I used to fill up a new Moleskine in just a month. A month, can you believe that?! I don’t have that big of a dependence on journaling lately, but it is still an important part of my life, definitely. This blog is another way for me to express myself. I can come here and write about those things too. I get feedback. I reach people who may be going through the same things, good or bad. It gets those emotions out. And that’s why I started my first blog so long ago. I felt raw and was so confused about life and being paralyzed. I was insecure and shy. I wrote things like this during that time. Writing helped me through it in a way that I didn’t recognize at that time. I tend to try to keep things upbeat here now and not blog when I am upset or angry. Nobody really wants to hear bitching and complaining, and I learned that by excitedly unsubscribing to blogs that were negative. Those blogs brought me down. I’ll save that negative stuff for my journal. This should be a positive place, a tender place. If you catch me being anything different, call me out.
- OUTREACH – Blogging connects me to people all over the country, all over the world. I have found people with the same interests, the same things going on in their lives as mine. I have swooned over their photos, awwwwwed over their kids, and been jealous of their creativity. I have made friends with people that I never would have known existed. Community is a good feeling. The blogging community can be refreshing and, sometimes, frustrating (when I found my photos being passed off as someone else’s work.) But mostly, it is comforting. I appreiciate that part. Two of my favorite blog friends are Elizabeth and Charissa. It’s good to find genuine people who have a zest about them.